In the infinite nothingness where concepts and laws of the universe are unbound and everything impossible could become possible, All of the universe is currently witnessing an unthinkable possibility play out.

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Two tiny particles of the senseless soul come together and merge with each other, which ends up producing a tide of unimaginable power. The ripple creates an effect that attracts more tiny particles and assembles them to merge with the first.

Before this irregular possibility is found and stopped, the souls move forward as one.

On their infinite path, due to not being able to keep themselves stable separately, those souls dissolved in themselves completely, giving birth to another unimaginable phenomenon.

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The consciousness awoke with a jolt and tried to open his eyes.

'Eyes? My eyes, through which I can see the world

That small reflection stunned him.

'But how do eyes work? Why do I need it? How do I open them? What if I do not have them? Why am I thinking about them? How am I thinking of anything? More importantly, who am I???'

Countless questions start rising in his mind--a mind he does not even have.

"Stop! One thing at a time."

With his newfound willpower, he stopped his new-orderless thoughts from spreading around.

"thoughts....? Ah, and why new?" But his question still did not halt.

focusing his resolve, he finally opened his eyes and found himself in the darkness--pitch-black darkness.

But it is not just that he found himself surrounded by darkness; the more feasible thing to say is that he does not even have a sense of sight, the same as his sense of touch, sound, and smell; he thinks they should exist but can't confirm them. They are like Phantom senses, or maybe he has a Phantom sense of self.

He is supposed to have a body, a body made up of cells, with two legs, two arms, and a heart. But he cannot decipher whether this is just an impression of him or that he has something or used to be something.

It took him an eon or a moment to understand his predicament. He comes to deduce that he has a sense of self, but that sense of self is not him; he is made of it, but he is complete in himself as well. He neither has any biological body nor any physical sense.

Over time, he can understand himself better. He discovers that he has an inner understanding of his knowledge. When he puts his thoughts into something, he is able to get a vivid understanding of that matter or phenomenon. If he thinks of a material object, his inner sense gives him its vivid image to make him comprehend what he is thinking.

Sometimes, When his thoughts drift toward flying vehicles and automobiles on the ground, an inner understanding of his thoughts decrees them impossible, and others find them normal as stones. The same thing happens when he imagines people moving faster than cars or throwing fire from their hands.

The questions of his imagery mind start to be answered by himself, and he starts to discover new things about himself with every new beat. He begins to learn about life and how beautiful and ugly it is. The notions of society and morality start to define themselves more clearly.

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But with this new understanding, new questions start to arise again. the concepts of family, parenthood, and love are something he apprehends at theatrical but not more. This should be simple for him to understand this is what his inner self judges, but for him, this little idea is proving to be more complicated than even the most complex thoughts he ever had.

He doesn't understand why a person who puts uncountable effort into survival gives away his life to protect another.

What does that woman feel when she is willing to fight with the whole world for her little child? After an infinite time, he still pondered about how to figure out the most complex notion of emotions.

It happened at the moment when he get a sensation of light push, giving him inspiration which led to a thought forming in his inner self a thought of feelings: he began to understand emotions, but he also began to feel emotions.

He starts to feel happiness, joy, excitement, desire, confusion, fear, hopelessness, and loneliness. His enjoyment of finally being able to comprehend the feeling ends up being far shorter than what he anticipated.

A sense of dread starts to enter his inner self, making him feel hopeless. Questions such as How long is he going to be in this situation? Is there ever going to be any change, or is he just destined to talk to himself alone for eternity? He also knows that his inner self doesn't have answers to all these questions, or even if he does, he at least does not want to learn them.

With his newfound sense, he tries to perceive outside of his phantom senses of self again, but the same as before, the only he sense is darkness surrounding him, an unending infinite emptiness.

However, there is something else he notices in this infinite nothingness: a feeling of floating in the sky or perhaps flowing in the river. It came as a surprise for him, and he doesn't know how he got that feeling. But with the knowledge that he is not sedentary, a large grin extends to his nonexcited mouth.

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He floated in this perceived river's current for a very long time--he was not sure how long--and as time passed, his phantom sense of self began to grow at a startlingly rapid rate.

He now hates himself for acquiring this sense of emotion, with active awareness and only himself and his thoughts to talk about. He ends up in the worst situation that he tried to avoid so hard, which is being extremely bored, and the only thing keeping him sane is his newfound memories.

For a while now, he has been able to see completely new vivid scenes that come with bright flashes, unlike his subconscious, which gives him images and an understanding of his thoughts. These new memories are like a clip.

They give him more insight into himself; there are countless scenes inside them, in some of which he finds himself rushing through the jungle with a gun in his hand or facing a large army with a sword.

Occasionally, in some scenes, he finds himself running and playing with small children, and sometimes he happens to run away from large and dangerous-looking, blood-drenched people.

All these scenes come with an intense amount of emotion. Some scenes in which he finds himself sitting near a small fire or a big TV or the dinner table and talking to people who are familiar to him give him a feeling of joy, making him smile without his mouth, and in some situations, such as when he is standing in front of their lifeless bodies, he feels such unfathomable anguish that he starts crying even without his eyes.

Those memories give him a new perspective on life: it is not just about being alive but also about living for someone else--someone you love and who loves you in return. But similar to his sense of emotion, these memories also give him feelings of sorrow; they deliver him hope, but knowing that he might never be able to live like the person in his memory, never able to create his own memory, gives him hopelessness.

After flowing without any change for a long period he now becoming more and more hopeless, he recalls his memory again and again and plays them in an attempt to feel the emotions of the person whose memories he watching at that time.

He was so engrossed in his constantly repeating routine that he could not notice when the flow of this perceived river outside of him increased. Before he can understand this changed situation, he finds himself caught in a fast-moving vortex, a vortex that is trying to draw his sense of self from him.

he already knows about this feeling, The feeling of death. he never thinks that his first real emotion going to be this and even if he ever think about it he always thought it to be something that going to be free him from this unending loneliness, but after finding his sense of self or say his life in danger for the first time, unexplainable fear arises in him.

He held his consciousness tight so as not to lose himself in this flow, but he know even this caution could not stop the darkness from engulfing him and wiping away all that he made off and he is not going to let that happen.

His fear becomes his power making him mighty as a rock, he bears all ruthless attacks from the vortex. He did not come out of this predicament unharmed he lost a lot of himself but at last, he is hopeful that this is going to be a new start, no his first start of a great journey, and with this, the conscious soul lost consciousness.